She walked across the graveyard
With the raven upon her shoulder
Her footprints leaving a trail In the frost covered ground
In her long black dress
Her blood red painted nails
Trailing over the weather beaten gravestones
As the dead leaves
Crunched beneath her feet
Her elegant smile
One that could stop a heart from beating
Within just one glimpse
And a daring look in her eyes
As the cold mist fell upon her
Delicately cascading on...